The Spirit Master’s Son Weaves Sweet Tales

[Bonus side story, 60% complete. My Game God Descends to the Second Dimension is about to start updating. Please show it your support!] A retired Soul Reaper with the appearance of a young girl x Natsume A story about handsome fathers and their world-weary, overworked son Also known as My Fathers, Each with Their Own Hit List [1] The married couple search Yokohama for their lost child, a red-haired, blue-eyed boy who really loves curry. When they see the child they remember as still babbling over his milk, now standing before them with a face full of stubble, the two of them are so shocked their pupils tremble. [2] Oda Miyazuki went through untold hardships to find the child they had lost. Oda Sakunosuke lay in his cold grave, as if accusing him of being a useless father. "BOOM!!!!" A tremendous slash of sword light struck the Port Mafia building head-on, like a meteor piercing the heavens. As the people of Yokohama stared in stunned disbelief, the sturdy walls of the entire building split smoothly in two, like butter sliced by a hot knife. The Soul Reaper approached Mr. Mori, who looked displeased. "You may have heard the name he goes by now. His name is (, ). He is the only child my beloved and I cherish above all else." [3] The Soul Reaper pointed at Conan, who didn't even reach Oda Sakunosuke's thigh, and said to his son: "This is your Uncle Shinichi." Oda Sakunosuke said solemnly, "Hello, Uncle Shinichi." Conan looked at Oda Sakunosuke, with his world-weary expression and stubble, and Oda Miyazuki, fresh-faced and dewy, as if he had stepped off a magazine cover. "..." Which one of you is the dad, and which is the son?! Warnings: 1. I'm a new writer and my writing has its limitations. Please forgive any OOC characterization. 2. The story stars Oda Sakunosuke's two fathers and includes Mr. Mori being put through the wringer. Mori fans, proceed with caution, and run if it makes you uncomfortable! Theme: Love is the way of everything